Chicken Soup For the Stroll

I am not gonna lie people.  I am in a funk.  I have been out of work for quite some time now.  It's brutal right now, as many of you may know.  I am educated, diligent and diversely eperienced. The rejection is killing me softy.
 I've worked hard to establish my career path, but thanks to the greed of a few bad men, I got screwed up the butt with a 2 liter of Pepsi; along with many others.  I have several friends in the same position that do not work in my industry.  One just found a terrific job (after 18 months) , with tremendous pay and benefits.  I have to think that my turn is coming.

Truth also be told, I am unbelievably heartbroken.  I'll leave that story for another day.

It's difficult to keep your head up.  I am generally cantankerous - but it is for the sake of humor.  Maybe I watched too much All in the Family as a kid.  That and Welcome Back Kotter.  So crank and sarcasm reign supreme in my world.

I have always been a bastion of positivity and strength.  When things go wrong, people come to me.  When they need advice, tough love, compassion, empathy, comfort, or laughter; I am there.  It's easy for me to make things better for others; yet it is somehow difficult for me to do those things for myself. 

 When the person that fixes everything breaks, no one knows what to do.  My friends are at a loss.  I have had some kindness from strangers and, though that is a small comfort; it is not the same.

You can't hurt steel.  At least that's what I have always thought.  I was wrong.
And when a tower falls, people do not know how to start fixing it.

I promise I am not always so depressing.  This is a dark time for me.  I suppose all artists have these periods.  Perhaps I will create some masterpieces.

I am going to go downtown tonight to take pictures.  I found some great shots last night, but did not have my camera.  Hopefully I will see them again...well I won't because it will not be the same; but I hope to get something interesting.

I just had some homemade chicken soup.  It didn't really do much for me; but I did realize that I should not eat soup in public because I slurp like a beast.  Note to self: never order the soup when on a date.